Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
The car ride was pretty much quiet. Everyone once in awhile Sam would say something and I would snap back with some nasty remark. That would lead Dean to let out an aggravated sigh. We pulled up to a gas station where Dean quickly volunteered himself to go in. I figured he needed the break. The awkward silence in the car became too much for Sam.
"So uh do you think I could ride shotgun for awhile?" He asked cautiously. I was looking through Dean's cassette collection.
"Nope." I replied not thinking about his question.
"Come on Aidan." Sam whined. I swear he whined more then I did sometimes.
"No Sam. Dean and I had a deal." And were off
"You and Dean made a deal?" He sounded offended. I continued to look through the cassettes not bothering to look at him.
"Yeah in order for me to agree to let you come along, Dean and I agreed on a few things." I found the cassette I wanted and put it into the player.
"You really didn't want me to come did you?" Sam asked. He sounded hurt.
"No Sammy I didn't. You walked away. I figured why bother you." I glanced out the driver side window to see Dean coming out with some food.
"You have no faith in me." I spun around to face him the same time Dean got into the car.
"Why should I Sam? Give me one reason." Dean pulled out of the station and we were back on the road. I could hear him mumbling something about how Sam and I would never get along.
"Because I'm your brother." Dean pulled over the car after Sam said that. He knew I was about to go off. I stomped out of the car and both followed suit.
"You have some track record Sam." I said walking away from the Impala. Sam grabbed my arm and spun me around so I was facing him.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Sam asked.
"You tried to get rid of me when I was a baby!" I place a hand on my hip.
"I was four." Sam said defending himself.
"The guy turned out to be a sex offender!"
"I was four!" Sam yelled.
"Good thing Dean was there." I looked over Sam to see Dean leaning against the Impala watching us. He learned a long time ago to just let me and Sam fight.
"I was four!" Sam yelled louder.
"Ok. A more recent example. How about the time I was nine, you were thirteen and big fat Billy Cruder pushed me off my bike. You watched it happened." I shoved my pointer finger in Sam's chest pushing him back slightly. "Again it was Dean who picked me off the ground and chased Billy down to beat his face in. Then it was Dean who took me inside to clean me up."
"Aidan…" Sam closed his eyes trying to figure out something to say. I interrupted him.
"More recent? How about when I was fourteen and that senior tried to go to far with the weird Winchester girl? Where were you when that happened Sam?" Sam looked to the ground kicking dirt with his toes. "You were too busy making out with sluttly Stacy to even notice. Again it was Dean who pulled him off me then beat him to a bloody pulp." I pointed to Dean who was hanging his head. "So excuse me Sam if I don't have faith in you." I looked at him for some kind of explanation. My answer was silence. I brushed past him and back to the car. Sam and Dean got in shortly after I did. Sam started to rummage through the back of food that Dean bought.
"So how'd you pay for this stuff? You and dad still running credit card scams?" That question was directed toward Dean.
"Yeah well…hunting isn't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards." Dean answered as if it was nothing. I watched the exchange that went on between the two boys. It was like the fight Sam and I just had never happened. I was used to that by now. I knew Dean and Sam were pretty close to each other. Sam nodded at Dean's answer fully understanding everything.
"I swear man; you got to update your cassette-tape collection." Sam said rummaging through Dean's cassettes. I wondered quickly how Sam got them.
"Why?" Dean was offended by that statement. He loved his cassette tapes.
"Well for one they are cassette tapes, and two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Dean turned quickly to me as if I had some sort of explanation for Sam's question of Dean's cassettes tapes. I snapped the box out of Sam's hands.
"House rules Sammy, driver picks the music." I started.
"Shot gun shuts his cake hole." Dean finished turning up the music.
"You know Sammy is a chubby twelve year old." Sam crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"Sorry can't hear, music's too loud." Dean motioned to his ear. I grinned letting the sounds of Metallica drown out any worries that I might have.
We pulled up to a bridge, which looked like an accident had happened the night before. There were policemen and cars surrounding it.
"You ready?" Dean asked turning to me. I popped open the glove department and pulled out the box of fake ID's. I rummaged through it before I pulled out two. I gave one to Dean. I fiddled with the other one before I carelessly threw it back to Sam. I figured they would believe Sam over me to be some kind of US Marshall.
"I'll stay here while you two get what information you need." Dean patted my leg before getting out of the car. Sam mumbled thanks before getting out. I watched as Dean circled the car. I knew he was being a smartass when Sam stomped on his foot. Within minutes they were coming back. Dean slapped Sam over the head, probably for stepping on his foot. I made a mental note for the boys to hurry up when I saw two investigators and a sheriff walk up behind them.
"Well?" I asked when they got back into the car.
"The police don't know anything. It's up to us to figure this out." Dean answered as we pulled away from the bridge to find a motel room. I agreed to get the room while Dean and Sam walked around town to see if they could find any connections.
I had just finished bring in all the bags from the car when I heard my cell phone ring. I looked at the caller ID to see it was Dean.
"Tell me you have something." I demanded when I answered.
"We might. There is this town legend about a girl that got murdered on Centennial years ago. The legend goes that she is still out there and that she hitchhikes and when people pick her up they disappear."
"Interesting." I stated sitting on the nearby bed. "So where are you now?"
"Sam and I went to the library to look up some information about her murder." I let out a laugh. "What?" Dean asked confused by my outburst.
"I'm sorry. I'm just having a hard time picturing you in a library." I said trying not to laugh.
"Your funny." Dean replied dryly. "I'll be back soon." He hung up after.
An hour later I heard the motel door click open. Dean and Sam strolled in.
"Apparently it wasn't murder. She jumped off that bridge herself." Dean told me while flopping down next to me on the bed.
"Why?" I asked wondering who would want to kill themselves.
"She did it after her kids drowned in the tub." Sam answered for me. He sat down on the edge of the opposite bed.
"So she feels guilty and flings herself off the nearby bridge." I ran my hand though my hair thinking about it. "It still doesn't explain why she hitchhikes and kills the person that picked her up.
"Well the bridge where she jumped to her death is the same bridge that we went to this morning." Dean got off the bed and went over to bag of weapons. "Were going to that bridge tonight to figure this out." Dean handed each of us the weapon we needed.
"Wait! She's going with us." Sam pointed to me. I rolled my eyes and turned to Dean so he could explain.
"Yeah. We need her." Dean got up and started to the door.
"Yeah Sammy. Besides I have a lot more practice in this then you do. Maybe you should stay here. I know your rusty and all." Sam went to say something but Dean interrupted before he could.
"Enough the both of you! Let's just get this over with." He yelled opening the door. I pushed past Sam and took my seat in the Impala.
When we got to the bridge, Dean parked the car and we all got out.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said looking around.
"So do you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked kicking a pebble he found.
"Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean answered kicking the pebble away from him. Sam stopped walking.
"Ok so what now?" He asked shoving his hand into his pockets.
"We just keep digging." Dean replied taking a quick glance over the bridge to see how far the fall was.
"Just remember that I have to back…"
"Monday. Right, the interview." I shook my head. I still couldn't believe that Sam was serious about that. That he was just trying to forget who he really was.
"You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" I asked looking him in the eye.
"Yeah maybe. Maybe not." Sam shrugged. I thought about Jessica for a moment.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" I asked. Dean looked from me to Sam anticipating his answer. Sam looked to the ground then to the sky.
"No and she's not ever going to know." I knew that Sam thought that was the best idea. That idea was bullshit. He knew that.
"Well that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean told him echoing my thoughts from earlier. We continued to walk again.
"Who is that?" Sam asked not really wanting the real answer.
"One of us." I pointed to Dean and I. Sam huffed.
"No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." I could see the anger rise through Dean. I was just offended by that.
"You have a responsibility." Dean spat at him angrily. I stepped back from them. Sam was about to spit out some smartass remark that would make Dean break.
"To dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone, and she isn't coming back." I felt my mouth gape open. Sam has said some pretty low things but this by far was the lowest. He knew how much there mom's memory meant to Dean. Dean grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the bridge.
"Don't you talk about her like that!" Dean hissed. I looked over the two to see a lady in white standing on the bridge a little ways up.
"Hey guys." They both turned to me. I pointed to the lady. She looks towards us before she let go of the rail she was holding on to and falls off the bridge. We all run over to where we saw her drop, but there was no sign of movement in the water, or sound of her going into the water.
"What the hell?" I mumble looking a little to the left and right.
"Where'd she go?" Dean asked still looking for her.
"I don't know." Sam answered. We all snapped up to the sound of Dean's car starting up.
"What the…" Dean murmured. The headlights blinded me.
"Who's driving your car?" Leave it to Sam to ask the logical questions. Dean reached into this pockets to reveal his keys. The Impala started toward us. We all ran from it. It gained on us. You could feel it getting closer and closer. We ran to the side of the bridge and jumped off the railing. I grabbed a bar of bridge to keep me from falling into the river. I could hear Sam struggling to pull himself over the bridge after the car turned off. I swung my foot up and push myself up and hoist over the bridge falling on my back.
"Ow." I grumbled before slowly getting up to see Sam just getting over.
"Your out of practice." I tell him brushing the dirt off my clothes.
"Shut up." He protests back. I look around.
"Where's Dean?" I asked looking for my oldest brother. Sam looked around too.
"I don't know." He answers scratching the back of his head. I run over to the bridge and look down.
"Dean! Dean!" I cried out. I saw movement from the water. Relief washed over me to see Dean crawl out.
"What?" He asked annoyed.
"Hey, are you alright?" Sam yells down to him.
"I'm super." Dean gives us the 'OK' sign to show that he's all right.
Dean eventually made his way back to the top of the bridge. He went straight to his car and began to circle it.
"Car alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick—What a bitch!" Dean yelled out to the night air.
"Well she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." I shrugged my shoulders agreeing with Sam. The three of us sat on the hood of the car. Dean in the middle.
"So what now?" I asked staring off. I felt Dean shrug.
"Dude you smell like a toilet." Sam stated leaning in to give Dean a quick sniff.
When we got back the motel I nodded at the guy behind the counter in recognition. He motioned for us to come over.
"I just recognized your last name. You guys have a reunion or something?" He asked looking at each one of us.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked leaning on the counter.
"That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month." He told us. We all looked at each other before going to the room that Dad bought out. When we got to the door Sam was the first to move to open it. I followed him in. Dean stood outside looking around. I grabbed him from the back on his collar and pulled him in, slamming the door behind him. We looked around the room, the bed is unmade and there are pictures and newspaper articles covering the wall.
"So this is where Dean gets his hygiene problem from." I joked. Dean gave me a slight shove. Dean turned on a lamp that had a half eaten hamburger under it. He picked it up and sniffed it.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple of days." He shoved the burger in my face. I pushed it away from me.
"Dude, stop it." He gave me a smile and continued to look around. Sam sifted through some salt that was on the floor.
"Salt, cats-eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." I took notice of an article on the wall. Dean came up beside me to inspect the article. "What you got there?" Sam asked coming up behind us.
"Centennial Highway victims. I don't get it. I mean different men, different jobs, ages, and ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Dean scratched the back of his head trying to find the connection. Sam was on the other side of the room by now.
"I think Dad figured it out." I walked over to where Sam was. I saw the article that they had found earlier.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked looking through some papers. I snapped the article down from the wall.
"He found the same article you did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white." I showed Dean the article. Dean went back to the pictures on the wall.
"You sly dogs. All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She may have another weakness." Sam suggested. I thought about all the information we had on this Constance chicks.
"Her kids." I said breaking the silence in the room.
"What?" Dean asked turning toward me.
"Her kids would be her weakness. Think about it. They drowned on her watch. She would never want to face that again." I said trying to put the pieces together.
"No I don't think so." Sam shot down my idea.
"Of course you do." I snapped at him. I turned to Dean. Dean would agree with me.
"Sam's right. Besides dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" I stood there shocked as Dean walked over to Sam.
"Dean!" I interrupted the two.
"Aidan you know how Dad works. He would not just sit around and wait. He would find out where she was buried and salt and burn her bones." I crossed my arms over my chest. I was really beginning to believe the three of us working together was a recipe for disaster. I couldn't wait for Sam to go back to school.
"No but if I was Dad, I would go talk to the husband." Sam said. Dean nodded in agreement. I went over and pouted on the bed. I knew that I was being an unnecessary big baby about Dean taking Sam's side and not mine. It was just that Dean and vowed to always have each other's back.
"All right why don't you see if you can find an address. I'm going to get cleaned up." Dean told Sam. He saw me pouting and walked over to me. He kneeled down so he was at my level.
"Stop pouting." I cocked an eyebrow at him and averted my gaze so I wasn't looking at him. I knew he hated it when I was mad at him. He hated it more when I didn't look at him. "Come on Aidan. I had to go with the idea that made the most sense when it came to dealing with Dad." I looked back at him. I knew he was right. Dad was just burn her bones and not think about any other weakness she may have had.
"Fine." I said giving in.
"So were good?" Dean asked me hopefully. He cocked his head waiting for my answer.
"Were good." I replied sighing deeply. He grinned and kissed my forehead before getting up to take a shower. I saw that Sam was watching us.
"Hey Dean." Sam called out before Dean got to the bathroom. Dean stopped and turned to him. "About what I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry." Dean held up his hand to stop Sam from going further.
"No click flick moments. I get enough of those with girly over here." He motioned his thumb toward me.
"Fine, Jerk." Sam said.
"Bitch." Dean shot back. Sam laughed as Dean left the room. I watched as Sam moved over to the dresser.
"So you and Dean are still really close." Sam pointed out. I knew he was just trying to make conversation.
"You jealous?" I asked. I didn't get an answer.
"I'm going to go check my voicemail." He stepped to the other side of the room for privacy. I got up to see what Sam was looking at. It was a picture of when we were all younger with Dad. I sighed and looked to the ceiling.
"Where are you Dad?" I asked myself.
A/N: I had trouble finding a place to end this. The next chapter will finish off the pilot episode. I'm just not sure where to place Aidan in all of it. I have some ideas so you will have to wait and see what I come up with. Review!